All on account of you.
It wasn't a lucky Leger;
I wish I'd been a hedger,
Though you did look sweet
Before defeat!—
But I've thoroughly done with you.
In a more serious vein of irony Punch, in 1906, muses on the popularity of the turf and ends with this reflection:—
Is it not odd that hitherto no poet
Has thought to mention how, with lord and serf,
Whether they plunge thereon, or rest below it,